In the Arms of Security

They all tell me To go outside and explore. Open the door to possibilities and experience something more. But should I go? It echoes in my mind. Behind the wall of familiarity, I’m safe here inside. My brother has gone, and he’s just fine. So why am I afraid to look around, Why does every new idea send a shiver down my spine? Because I am not ready to be pulled by that tide. In the arms of security, I’m safe here inside.

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